Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2007 22:32:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Amanda
Subject: Odd Cookie (Ff, mast, cons, rom, ped)
This story contains graphic descriptions of consensual sexual
behavior between an adult woman and a 12 y.o. girl. If this type of thing
bothers you then please don't read any further. Also, the laws in the US
dictate that any one under 18 cannot read this type of material. So while I
think such laws are without merit, I must ask that if you are under 18
please stop reading here.
Odd Cookie
Chapter 1
Ariel was twelve and one day. Her birthday had come and gone and
nothing was different for her. Next year she was a teenager, but for the
next three hundred and sixty four days she was still a child. Today was a
typical monday for her. She was making her way to her sixth period art
class, the only class she actually liked, with the only teacher that would
call her Ariel. Her real name was Elizabeth, but she had insisted on being
called Ariel since she was eight and had seen The Little Mermaid.
As Ariel sat down she pushed her black dyed bangs out of her face
and looked up to see Ms. Freddinberg smiling at the class from behind her
desk. `How can some one always be happy like that?' she thought to
herself. Ariel never called her teacher Ms. Freddinberg, she called her
Freddy. It had started as a general show of disrespect for authority but as
time had gone on, the nickname was more one of affection. Despite the night
and day differences between them the girl liked her art teacher. The woman
always had words of encouragement and even her critisisms were kind.
Ariel looked like a little goth girl with her black died hair and
heavy eyeliner. She had streaks of blond bleached in chunks in her hair and
often died them red, blue or fuscia. She wore too much makeup in general,
but far too much for a child of only twelve. Her lips were always perfectly
covered in a lipstick the shade of dried blood and her base was three
shades too fair for her complexion. Most days she wore all black. Black
billowy skirts, black tops, black boots. Once in a while she wore socks
striped with pink, green or white on black. Her hair was shoulder length
and spiky and she had pierced her lip with a safety pin but usually wore a
hoop in it.
It did not matter what she looked like, she was not a goth. She did
not listen to depressing music or write dreary poetry. She had no need to
find things that would depress her, there was plenty in her life to be
unhappy about. Sixth period art though was not one of those things.
Here in this class, for fourty five minutes a day she was free. For
that short time some one actually listened to her. Some one treated her
like she was a person and not a burden.
Mike, Ariel's ex-stepfather, had sexually abused her from the time
she was nine years old. It had been painful everytime, the whole time. He
was rough, drunk and clumbsy. Ariel resented her mother, who she was sure
had known. She resented her because her mother should have protected
her. The little girl had remained silent for two years, enduring the pain,
the shame and the feeling that she was dirty. She remained silent because
Mike had told her he would kill her if she said anything. He was a cop and
Ariel believed he would and no one would do anything about it. Finally one
night though, she had stood up for herself. Mike came home drunk, nothing
new. He went to her room and woke her. He began his normal attempt to
prepare her by rubbing her slit but as usual it served only to stir fear
and disgust in Ariel.
This time, when Mike began to unbutton his pants Ariel stood up on
the bed and told him no, she screamed it. She told him if he ever touched
her again she'd tell the police. Mike, in his drunken state, nearly beat
her to death.
Even though it was late, some one had heard the noise from Mike's
attack on her and called for help. When the police arrived though it was
all but too late. Ariel was barely concious. She had three broken ribs and
a broken cheek bone. Her face was bloodied, swollen and bruised.
When she arrived at the hospital it was immeidately assumed that
she was raped and without any one actually checking in to anything a rape
kit was run on her. There was no evidence of recent sexual
activity. However, Ariel heard the nurse speaking to a police officer in
her half concious state. She heard then what she came to regaurd as the
most beautiful thing any one had ever said. `....A victim of repeated
sexual abuse..." Words that had freed her from Mike.
The rape kit was eventually thrown out of court, but the other
findings from her examination, and her own testimony was enough to put Mike
in prison for forty years, paroll in fifteen.
Ariel's mother did not take this well. She was outraged. She
testified that Ariel had always had a crush on Mike. That she beleived the
girl had tried to get him to sleep with her and when he refused she made up
this story. It was what the family believed even though the courts had
found him guilty.
Ariel was deposited with her Aunt Sadie a week after
sentencing. Her mother moved to California shortly afterward, and they had
not spoken since. The girl had been with he aunt for seven months now. It
was only better than her life before because no one tried to have sex with
her. No one tried to talk to her, ask her how her day was, see if she
needed something or anything else. Her cousins hated her, she was the
reason that they had to share a room, being that they were both boys. Her
aunt beleived her mother's version of the events and made no secret of it.
School was only slightly better than home. Here at least there was
Freddy. The rest of her day was something she did her best to forget. Every
one in school thought she was gay and as yet, in Longmont Colorado, it was
not okay to be gay. What complicated the issue, was that although it was
only a rumor, it happened to be true. Ariel had known for the better part
of her life that she like girls better than boys and her expierence with
Mike had only served to solidify this.
"You really do have a talent." Freddy said as she handed Ariel a
large piece of paper. "I've seen a lot of improvment since the beginning of
the year."
Ariel took her drawing and smiled. Something hardly any one but
Freddy ever saw. She liked drawing. She liked art. Much of her time was
spent drawing or painting. She had also taken up calligraphy and had quite
an aptitude for it. Her art though was something she kept largely
hidden. It had a meaning for her that she could not show any one
else. Freddy only saw what the girl could bring herself to show in
class. At home, two of her dresser drawers were fille with drawings and
paintings, mostly of an anime style character that had no name and was
always alone.
Every other class dragged on. But art class was always over before
Ariel even had a chance to really begin to relax and enjoy it. Today was no
different. The class bell rang and she began gathering up her things. On
her way out of the class room Freddy caught her arm and pulled her back
through the door.
"I noticed you live pretty close to me." She said once the class
was empty. "I drive right by your house everyday." Ariel shrugged. "Does
your mother give you a ride home?" Freddy knew the answer, she had seen the
girl walking.
"My aunt... I live with my aunt." Ariel's almost apologetic voice
came back. "She doesn't like to drive so I walk." When she said that her
voice took on a bitter tone.
"That's got to be three miles." Freddy said quietly. "Well I was
thinking, I could give you a ride since we live so close."
Ariel almost seemed to brighten for a moment but it was quickly
replaced with a suspicious look. "I can't pay for gas." She said
quickly. Freddy shook her head, her smile not fading. "My aunt will get mad
if I stay after school too long."
"Not to worry. I leave when you do. I don't do overtime." Freddy
opened her desk drawer and pulled out a hall pass. The class bell was about
to ring and Ariel would need a pass to excuse the tardie. She wrote it out
and handed it to the girl. "So should we meet here after school?"
Ariel looked down at the pass for a moment before looking back up
at Freddy. "Okay." She finally said.
The girl made her way to the next class, thinking about the art
teacher. She wondered what the woman wanted from her. In her life Ariel had
come to believe that the only time some one was nice was when they wanted
something. The girl knew she was just a kid and had nothing to offer, thus
kindness was as rare as hen's teeth. The ideas in her head made her
sad. She liked Freddy. More than liked her. Over the past few months in
school she had developed a crush on her teacher. She was worried now though
that Freddy was only being nice because she wanted something.
The thought that her teacher might want sex had not escaped the
girl. A part of her was frightened but another part wanted that to be
it. Ariel felt very drawn to the woman and although the idea of sex, even
the idea of masturbation, frightened her, it did not stir the same feelings
when she thought of Freddy.
Ariel propped her head against her hand and looked up at the
teacher glassy eyed, waiting for the day to end. Each minute seemed to tick
past slower than the previous.
When the bell finally rang Ariel almost jumped out of her seat. She
collected her things and hurried to her locker where she got her coat and
the books she would need for her homework.
The girl slung her backpack over her shoulder and began walking
toward the art room, ignoring the students hissing things like `Freak' at
her as she went. They did not matter today. Normally it would serve to send
a shock of sadness through her. A cold blade that cut from her chest to her
belly. She never showed it, she never let any one see that it bothered
her. Hiding her emotions was an artform she had mastered. Today though they
did not matter to her. She hardly even noticed them.
Ariel should have been in the sixth grade. She was barely
twelve. But she had skipped ahead. She was in seventh grade. There was a
rumor that she might be moved up yet again but she hoped it was not
true. It was already hard enough being the youngest kid in school.
"Hello Ariel." Freddy said in the cheeriest tone as the girl walked
in to the art room. "I'm ready to go, can you get the lights?" Ariel nodded
her head and turned off the lights. She waited at the door for Freddy to
lead her out.
They made their way out of the school quickly and out to the
teacher's parking lot. Freddy lead the girl to a Toyota and unlocked the
door. Ariel was not surprised when she noticed the hybrid logo on the
vehicle, after all Freddy was very much a hippie.
Freddy got in her side and waited for Ariel to fasten her seatbelt
before pushing her curly mouse brown hair out of her face. She started the
car and pulled out of the lot.
Freddy looked over at Ariel. She felt a wash of saddness for the
child. She did not know the specifics of her little passenger's story but
she knew the type. All the goth girls were the same. Depressed. Usually
sexually abused, ignored, no real friends. In middle school she had to cope
with meeting them on the beggining of a long painful road. Drugs, more
abuse, sometimes suicide. Lots of the goths tried to kill themselves. It
was a cry for attention, it was their adolescent way of begging for
help. Not Ariel though. Freddy knew that if this girl tried suicide she
would not be crying out for help or attention. If she tried it would be a
cry for release.
"It's the yellow house right?"
"Yeah." Ariel answered quietly.
"You always seem so glum. How could any one that lives in such a
bright house be so sad?"
"It's not that bright on the inside." Ariel scoffed. Whether the
girl knew it or not she had spoken volumes about the world.
"How do you like art class?" Freddy asked after a short silence.
"It's my favorite." Ariel answered, brightening a little.
"Well you have a lot of talent. What types of art do you like?"
Freddy asked.
"I like painting, and drawing mostly. I'm also learning
calligraphy."
"Are you? I'd like to see what you've done." Freddy said, showing
genuine interest.
And just like that, the ride was over. Freddy pulled in to Ariel's
drive way and put the car in park.
"Thank you for the ride Freddy." Ariel said shyly as she got out of
the car. She pulled her book bag from the back seat and waved before
heading in to the house.
Freddy pulled out of the drive and headed the two short blocks to
her home. Before she got out of the car she glanced at the passenger seat
and caught a glimpse of something. Ariel had left behind three black hairs
on the seat. The art teacher smiled, perhaps the goddess was giving her a
sign. She pulled the hairs off the seat and gathered her things. Though she
hardly knew the girl, the teacher had developed an affection for her. A
soft spot that only grew softer with time.
Inside her house she went to her alter and placed the hairs on it,
saying a short prayer. She got up and started to walk away before she
paused. There was something nagging her. The same thing that always nagged
her. Freddy went back to her altar and knelt down. "Goddess, please, please
don't let this be more of my cat stuff."
Freddy went to the living room and laid down on the couch, she
looked at the television. She thought about turning it on for a moment but
as always left it off, electing instead to turn on the stereo. Motzart
flowed from the speakers and she closed her eyes.
Freddy thought about the girl. She thought about Ariel a
lot. Freddy had taken a job teaching in Pritchard Middle School because she
liked kids, and she liked working with them. She chose a middle school
because for most of her adult life she knew she was attracted to young
girls, very young. She had never dated a student. She had never done
anything with any student but Ariel was different. She felt something very
special for the girl. Not to mention the physical attraction. For as
different from herself as they were, goth girls were very attractive to
Freddy.
Four more days until the weekend, four more chances to get to know
the little girl better. Freddy smiled to herself. She was looking forward
to the next ride home. She wished that she did not have to be at school an
hour before the students. If she did not she could give Ariel a ride both
ways.
Chapter 2.
Freddy watched Ariel walk up the driveway to her door and go
inside. She had been giving the girl a ride home now for three weeks and
only just barely gotten the child to open up a little.
What little she had learned saddened her. So much so that she had
considered calling child protective services. She dismissed the idea
quickly though. She had long ago decided that social services was no better
than the abusive situation some one was already in.
When Freddy was young, a friend of hers had been placed in state's
custody. He was put in a place called Denver Children's Home. A few years
after he turned eighteen he killed himeself. In the note he left he talked
about that placement and how it would not let him go, how he could not live
with it any longer.
Ariel was already on a dangerous road, and Freddy was sure that
child protective services would only accelerate her demise. At least now
there was a chance she might not end up dead, or worse.
It was Friday night. Freddy went home and put her things in the
closet before walking around the house, smudging it with sage. Once she was
done she lit several insence. Satisified that the weeks trials and
tribulations were cleansed from her home she went outside to her back patio
and lit a cigarette, her one vice.
When she was finished she went back in the house and sat down to
read a book. This was her normal Friday night. She used to go out to the
local gay bar but since she did not drink it really was not a good place
for her to meet people.
Freddy had been in relationships before. None of them really could
be called bad, but they were not good either. She knew what she wanted and
her relationships with adult women had not worked out because they simply
did not meet her needs.
There was a level of guilt that came with her attraction to Ariel
though. The girl was obviously troubled and it made her feel like a
letcherous old woman. Freddy was ashamed but she could not help her
attraction. She wanted to see where things might lead with the little girl.
After midnight Freddy closed her book around a leather bookmark and
set it on the coffee table. She wandered in to her bedroom and changed in
to the long tee shirt she always slept in.
Just a few blocks away Ariel was laying in her bed. Freddy did not
know it, but as she lay in bed thinking of the girl, the child was in her
bed thinking about her. For the first time Ariel could remember some one
liked her, some one cared how she felt, and how she was doing. For the
first time some one was just there for her. She did not know how to take
it. She could not comprehend any one caring for her, no one ever had.
Ariel rolled on her side and closed her eyes. Outside her room her
aunt stumbled by, drunk as usual. The girl cringed, hoping Sadie would not
come in to her room and wake her up. It was rare but once in a while the
woman would wake her up either to yell at her or to tell her she was
grounded.
The girl's heart pounded until she could hear the blood flow in her
ears. Sadie had passed her by but the fear would linger for quite some time
before Ariel could finally fall asleep.
The rush of fear kept the girl awake late in to the night before
the exhaustion from constant stress overtook her. She fell asleep.
The next morning Ariel awoke with Freddy on her mind. She felt
happiness, something she rarely felt but it was not long before the reality
of her drunken aunt and home life pushed her teacher from her mind. The
girl went in to the kitchen and got herself a bowl of cereal before going
to the living room to watch saturday morning cartoons.
Freddy sat at her kitchen table drinking coffee and reading her
newspaper. She was finding it hard to keep her mind on anything but
Ariel. The girl seemed to be consuming her thoughts. The woman folded her
paper and went to her bedroom where she pulled a leather bound book from
her nightstand. A year ago it was filled with two hundred empty
pages. Today those pages held many of her thoughts. Today there were less
than fifty pages left for her to write on. Years ago she had begun keeping
a journal on the advice of a therapist and much to her suprise it seemed to
help her keep her thoughts straight.
She returned to the kitchen and began leafing through the pages
taking in little bits of the book as she did. She sipped her coffee as she
looked for the entries that began with the new school year.
`The little goth girl.' A term that came up several times in the
beginning of the new year. It was later replaced with Ariel's birthname and
then finally the name she preferred. Freddy had not realized it but she had
been noticing the girl almost the whole year.
Ariel was hard not to notice. She was pretty despite the odd
asymmetry in her cheeks. Her youth made her noticable in the normally
pubescent environment of middle school. But the sadness she seemed to hold
so close to her made Freddy's heart go out to her. There was something
about the girl that drew the teacher to her.
Freddy was about to put her journal away and start her weekend
house clearning. She was walking from the kitchen when a desprate knock at
the door startled her. She went to the door and opened it to find Ariel
standing outside, her cheeks smeared with eyeliner. She had been
crying. Her eyes were puffy and red and long black lines traced the path
her tears had taken. "Goddess." Freddy gasp. She reached out and coaxed the
girl in to the house. "What's wrong sweetie?"
Ariel shook her head, it was clear she was trying to talk but she
could not speak. Fresh tears rolled from her eyes. Freddy led the girl to
the couch and sat her down. She sat across from the child. She could not
help but reach out and rub the girl's shoulder.
Again Freddy tried to get the girl to talk. "What's happened?"
"Sadie..." The girl pushed tears from her cheeks, smearing her
makeup even more. "She took the boys swimming. I asked to come and she said
no, she didn't want to be seen with a little dyke slut like me."
The words caused Freddy to shudder. She could not believe that an
adult could actually speak to a child that way. "I'm so sorry." She
whispered.
"I'm not a slut." Ariel sniffled.
"Of course you're not." Freddy said trying to comfort her.
"She knows I'm not... She knows what happened." The girl collapsed
against Freddy sobbing.
`What happened?' Freddy thought to herself. It did not take her
long to put it together in to a scenerio she suppose could not be far from
the truth.
"He made me Freddy, he made me, I didn't want too." She said
quietly. Several moments passed. the girl seemed to grow so distant that
she was not longer any where near the teacher. She looked up at Freddy
across the distance and she began speaking but it was clear she was seeing
it as if she were a third party. "When I was nine my mother married this
guy. He drank too much and he wasn't very nice... Almost as soon as he
moved in he started waking me up at night and making me do things to
him. He said he'd kill me if I told..." Ariel seemed to look through her
teacher. Her eyes narrowed and her tone became one of vicious joy, "but I
stopped him. He almost killed me but I stopped him." As soon as she
finished speaking she no longer seemed distant. She touched her cheek. "I
told him I'd tell." Ariel suddenly looked afraid. "You can't tell. You
can't tell any one. Mom thinks I made it up. She said I wanted him to do
those things but he wouldn't so I made up the story." Ariel wiped tears out
of her eyes. "You believe me don't you? Please believe me." She was
pleading.
"Of course I do." Freddy was beyond words. Knowing what probably
happened and hearing what had happened were two very different things. The
affects of this man on this child were litterally written on her face. The
cheek bone, harldy noticable except to some one like her. Some one that had
an eye for symmatry. It was real now. Her whole terrible story was real and
it hurt to hear. She was at a loss as to what to say. Nothing could make
this okay. And nothing should. The girl might some day learn to live with
it, but it would never be okay. Not knowing what else to do, she made the
only offer she could. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Ariel's tears stopped. She stared at Freddy for several seconds,
unable to speak. She could not ever remember being ask such a question. She
had no idea how to answer. It was not long though before her natural
suspiscion took over. She wondered if it was not some how a plot by the
teacher to get something from her. "I hate her." Ariel whispered. "She's a
drunk like Mike."
Hoping it was not too much, Freddy pulled the girl close and hugged
her. She did not hold to tightly. She simply did not know what else to do
for the girl. What she could not have understood was how much her simple
offer had meant to the girl.
After a few minutes Ariel pulled away. She had calmed down. "Can I
use your bathroom?"
"Just down the hall on the left." Freddy told the girl.
Ariel went in to the bathroom with her purse. She washed her face,
careful not to make a mess on Freddy's sink. When she was finished she
pulled her makeup out of her purse and began to apply it.
Freddy sat in the living room waiting for the girl. She was feeling
impatient but she did not want to rush her or disturb her. She wasn't sure
exactly what Ariel was doing in the bathroom but whatever it was Freddy did
not want to interrupt it.
A full half hour had passed when Ariel stepped out of the bathroom
and walked back down the hall to the living room. She sat down on the couch
and looked at Freddy for several seconds. "You probably think I'm a freak."
She finally said.
"Not at all hun." Freddy answered right away. "I didn't know you
knew where I lived." She said. She had never brought the girl to her home.
"We were driving to Denver and I saw your car here so I knew this
had to be your house."
Freddy was not sure if it was the truth but it made sense. She was
considering something. Something dangerous, something she knew she should
not even think much less offer. Ariel's arrival, her crying and her story
had moved the teacher. She wanted to let the girl spend the night. It would
let her at least escape her aunt and the rest of her life for a few hours.
"Ariel... Would your aunt let you spend the night here?" Ariel
looked up at her teacher for some time, hardly able to beleive what she'd
heard.
"I don't... I mean... I'd have to ask."
"Okay, well when will she be home, we can call her and ask then."
Freddy offered.
"I can call her now. She has a cell." Ariel fished in her purse for
a minute and pulled out a cell phone.
"You're aunt bought you a phone?"
"No it's one of those ones you buy cards for. I bought it with the
money I got from mowing lawns and babysitting." A look of pride crossed her
face. Ariel pressed several keys then held the phone to her ear. "It's
me. Umm can I spend the night at a friend's house tonight?" She waited,
looking like she might be praying. "Just a friend from school."
Anticipating the question her aunt would be most likely to ask
Freddy whispered to Ariel, "Annabelle." The name caused Ariel to raise her
eyebrows for a moment and loose track of her Aunt's slurred rambling.
"Since the beggining of the year..." The girl said catching the end
of one of Sadie's questions. "Annabelle... Okay." Ariel held the phone out
for Freddy. "She wants to talk to your mother."
The woman took the phone and held it to her ear for a moment before
saying hello. "Yes... No... Okay... O... O... Okay." Freddy handed the
phone back to Ariel. Sadie had already disconnected. The woman had the same
exhausted look on her face that most people had when they talked with her
aunt. "She wants you home in time for dinner tomorrow."
Freddy sighed deeply and got up off the couch. She went in to her
bedroom and pulled a cigarette out of her purse. When she came back in to
the living room Ariel saw what she had gotten and her eyes widened. "Can I
have one?" She begged. Freddy hesitated before she could say no. She was
already way across the line. Just by letting the girl stay the night she
had done enough to loose her job.
"I suppose." She went and got a second cigarette. They went out to
the back patio and the teacher lit the girl's smoke before lighting her
own. "Ariel, umm you know I'll loose my job if any one ever found out I let
you spend the night right?"
"I know." Ariel drew on her cigarette. "I won't tell. If you got
fired then no one at school would like me." She looked hopefully at
Freddy. "Do you like me?"
Freddy smiled. "Of course I do sweetie." Ariel was visibly
relieved. "And I want us to be friends. I know it will take time, but I
want you to be able to trust me." Ariel blushed and bit her lip. She did
not know what to say, or even if she should say anything at all. When they
had finished Freddy led the girl back in to the house. "Do you need me to
take you home so you can get anything?" Ariel nodded her head. Freddy
grabbed her purse from her room and took the girl out to the car. They
drove the short distance to Ariel's house. The driveway was empty, a sign
that her aunt had not gotten home yet. The girl hopped out of the car and
ran in to the house. Freddy followed shortly after.
Freddy looked around the living room. It was not dirty, but it was
indeed quiet messy. Two empty chip bags and at least eight beer bottles
cluttered the coffee table. The television had been left on and several
toys which seemed they might only appeal to young boys littered the
floor. Behind Freddy there were at least seven pairs of shoes in the entry
way, two of which she had immediately recognized as Ariel's.
Ariel only took a few moments to gather her toothbrush, something
to sleep in and clean clothes for the next day. She stuffed everything in
to her backpack and met Freddy in the living room.
They spent the better part of the day chatting and watching
television. Freddy could hardly beleive that she was actually seeing her
television on but it was. As the day wore on the teacher decided that it
was time to start dinner.
Ariel set her falafel down and looked up at her teacher. "This is
good Freddy."
"Yeah. I like it." Freddy sipped at her iced tea. "I was thinking
about something. When we're not at school I think you can call me
Annabelle." Ariel brightened up. She smiled at her teacher and nodded. "But
only when we're not at school."
"I promise." Ariel drew and `x' over her heart.
"So what do you want to do after dinner?"
"Can we get a movie? Something scarry?" The girl asked.
"Sure." Freddy said, sounding unsure. She was not a big fan of
horror movies. They finished eating and went to the local video store as
Freddy had promised. They rented The Grudge. Freddy remembered the
commercials for the movie and knew she was going to end up having
nightmares.
They got home and Ariel immediately grabbed the bag of popcorn they
had purchased and went in to Freddy's kitchen. She tossed it in the
microwave and hit the popcorn button. In less than three minutes she had a
full bag of popcorn which she took out to the living room. Freddy had
already put the movie in the dvd player and the main menu was on the
screen.
They watched the movie, sitting very close. Ariel knew she would be
scared, that is why she picked the movie. She wanted an excuse to be close
to her teacher. If the past months at school had not been enough to cause
her to develop a crush, the teacher's kindness that day was. `Annabelle'
Ariel thought to herself. She liked the name, it was pretty. She wondered
if the woman was from the south, the name sounded southern to her.
By the end of the movie Ariel was holding Freddy's arm tightly. She
was thuroughly terrified as was her teacher. Freddy ejected the movie and
placed it back in it's case. "Well, it's late and... Heh, I'm to afraid to
sleep... Want a cigarette?" Ariel nodded her head quickly.
With a smile Freddy went and got her cigarettes and took the girl
outside. "Why are you being so nice to me Fre... Annabelle?" Ariel asked
after her cigarette was burning. "No one is as nice as you."
"I am." Freddy answered. "Can't I just like you and want to be
nice?" She knew she had an attraction to the girl and that had a lot to do
with her getting to know Ariel, but even if nothing ever developed between
them she would continue to offer whatever she could to the child.
"Not where I come from. People aren't nice for no reason."
"I have a reason, I told you, I like you." Freddy smiled as she
exhaled smoke. "But I understand why you don't trust me."
Ariel's feelings were flip flopping between attraction and
mistrust. She wanted Freddy to be genuine. She desprately needed her
teacher to be trustworthy, but something in her would not allow her to take
the woman at face value.
When they finished their cigarettes Freddy led the girl inside and
to the guest room where she would sleep. She left Ariel alone to change in
to her sleep wear and went to her own room.
Freddy, having changed in to her long tee shirt, waited several
minutes before approaching the guest room and tapping on the door. "Come
in." The child called from the other side.
"Well I suppose you're too old to tuck in but I thought I'd say
goodnight all the same. Ariel smiled before climbing in to bed. Freddy
pulled the covers over the girl and stroked her hair. She knew she should
leave but she hesitated.
Against her better judgement Freddy leaned down and pressed her
lips softly against Ariel's. She held the kiss for only a second before
clamping her lips on the Child's bottom lip and pulling away. Had she not
done that the kiss might have been seen as friendly, but even a child would
not miss what she had meant.
The little girl stared up at her for several seconds, not knowing
what to say. "Good night sweetie." She heard her teacher say. A moment
later the lights were out and the door was closed.
Freddy sat on her bed thinking about the girl. As she did she saw
images of a little gray cat sitting on her porch eating tuna from a clear
glass bowl. "Cat stuff?" She whispered to herself. "It's more than that."
Ariel drew a deep breath. The kiss had done more than surprise
her. It had been so short and gentle and yet it had awakened desire in
her. In the past anything even remotely sexual envoked fear and disgust but
Freddy's kiss was different. She was not afraid. She wanted more of it, she
wanted more, just more.
The little girl could not ignore the tingle between her
legs. Surprising herself she slid her hand down between her legs and over
her clit. She moved her fingers around her opening, careful not to
penitrate herself. She could still almost feel Freddy's lips on her's and
it was enough to encourage her to continue massaging her clit.
Ariel's breath came quicker, shallower. She was feeling warm and in
her middrift she could feel a powerful orgasm building. Ariel rolled on her
side and pushed her face in to her pillow, biting down and trying to keep
from crying out. She would never be able to face Freddy again if the woman
caught her like this.
Like an explosion Ariel's orgasm raced out from her clit, infusing
every fiber of her being with pure pleasure. She had never come this way
before. All the while, her teacher's kiss stayed in her thoughts.
Chapter 3.
Ariel sat quietly in the back of the Art room, watching Freddy
intently. Her gaze was the gaze of a little girl in love. She propped her
head against her hand and sighed. `Annabelle.' She thought to
herself. `Ariel Freddinberg.' She was dreaming but it felt nice to
dream. Three weeks had passed since the night she had spent in her
teacher's home. Every day she had gotten a ride home from Freddy, but no
kiss. No more night's together. She was beggining to think that what ever
had caused the teacher to kiss her was gone now. She wanted to ask, she
desprately needed to know why there had not been more but she did not have
the courage to ask. Mostly she was afraid that it proved that there really
was something wrong with her. She saw herself as tainted and dirty, and had
all but decided that Freddy could sense her taint and wanted nothing more
to do with her.
On the desk in front of the little girl a half finished picture of
a wolf beying at the full moon sat, awaiting her attention. Ariel could not
concentrait on it though. All she could think was how much she wanted
Freddy's affections.
When the bell rang it startled Ariel from her daydreams. She
reluctantly left the art class and made her way to her last class of the
day. The girl just wanted the day to be over. She wanted the short three
mile ride to her house. She wanted time with Freddy.
When the last bell rang Ariel jumped out of her seat, took her
books, almost running from the class room. She got her things from her
locker and went straight to the art room as quickly as she could.
"Freddy." She said, exhausted, as she entered the room.
"Ariel." Freddy said, not sounding very cheery. "Sweetie, I hate to
do this, Goddess knows I do, but I have to stay here for a few minutes and
speak with Mrs. Collins."
"I can wait for a while." Ariel said, hoping that Freddy did not
mean what it sounded like she meant.
"It's probably better if you don't." Freddy sat down at her desk
and looked around the room for a moment. She looked worried and this
worried Ariel.
"Are you in trouble?"
"Yes." The answer was suprisingly blunt.
"Because of me?" Tears were forming in Ariel's eyes.
There was a long pause. Freddy tried to smile. "No. Not because of
you." Had it not been for the pause Ariel would have believed her
teacher. "I'll be fine sweetheart. You go ahead and maybe I'll catch up to
you before you get home."
Ariel left Freddy in the art room. She could feel tears welling up
as she hurried out of the school. She was terrified that she was never
going to see her teacher again.
Freddy took a deep breath when she heard high heels clicking down
the hall. Several moments passed and the art room door opened. "Anna."
Mrs. Collin's said as she stepped in to the room. "Normally I would be here
to write you up for giving a student a ride home the way you have been the
Linden girl." The principal stood directly in front of Freddy's desk. "This
isn't the norm though. Not for her. She has had a very hard time this
year. And I've met her aunt... She lives with her I assume she's told
you. If she were any one else I'd be in your ass over this."
"I'm sorry." Freddy said quietly. "Are you firing me?"
"No. No actually. No I'm here to tell you that you need to keep
your friendship with the girl under wraps. I'm not going to do anything
about this unless some one makes me but don't flaunt it." The principal
started to leave the room. "Umm. See that your availabilty to the girl is
not anything more than a ride home. If you were to be seen with her in any
other capacity my hands would be tied." The principle was well aware of the
rumors going around about Annabelle's sexuality. She did not care if they
were true or not. She had no idea though that the art teacher's attraction
was actually specific to little girl's otherwise she would not be working
in this or any school.
Freddy sat quietly for quite some time before gathering her things
up. Her heart was pounding and her mouth was dry. She had been sure she
would get fired. She had not missed the warning though. It did not
matter. Ariel seemed to have grown distant since the night she had spent at
her house.
What the principal had known and what Freddy had been keeping from
Ariel, was that at the begining of the new year she would be transferring
to a new school. She was being moved to Longmont High School. She did not
have the heart to tell Ariel and now there was only a month left before
summer vacation. She knew she had to tell the girl what was going to
happen.
One month. She had to make it through one month of torture, having
Ariel so close and yet not being able to get any closer. When summer came
she would be much more free to spend time with the girl.
Freddy turned on her blinker and pulled to the side of the road
rolling up along side of Ariel. "Hey there pretty girl, need a ride?" She
joked. Ariel stopped walking and looked at her for several moments.
"Are you still my teacher?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Can we still be friends?"
"Nothing could prevent that." Freddy told her. "Come along now, get
in." Ariel pursed her lips and looked like she was about to say something
but she did not. Instead she got in to the car.
"Did you get in a lot of trouble?" She asked after pulling the
seatbelt over herself.
"Not really." Freddy laughed a grim laugh. "I've been warned not to
be too much of a friend to you... But it's okay. There's only a month left
in school and after that..." Freddy trailed off. "Ariel, do you think you
can come to my house tonight?"
"Really?" Ariel sounded excited. "I'll come, no matter what I'll
come."
"No, don't get yourself in trouble." Freddy pulled in to Ariel's
driveway. She quickly pulled a pen out of her purse. After a moment of
searching she found a scrap of paper. She wrote her number on it and handed
it to the girl. "Call me if you can't come."
Ariel nodded her head. She looked down at the number and
smiled. She had Freddy's number. She wondered if her teacher would mind if
she called her for some other reason. If it would be okay to just call and
talk. She doubted it, she was just a kid and adults did not like being
bothered by kids. She was almost afraid to use the number at all.
Freddy had said tonight. That meant after five to the little
girl. Dinner time was six. It gave her the perfect story to tell her
aunt. Although in all truth she would hardly need one. Sadie never cared
what happened to her.
Ariel watched the clock like a hawk until finally it was five
o'clock. The girl hopped up off her bed and pulled her cell phone out of
her purse. She dialed the number on the scrap of paper and held the phone
to her ear.
The phone rang three times before Freddy answered. "Annabelle?" The
girl said excitedly.
"Hi there sweetie." Freddy said to her. "So I guess this means you
can't come over?"
"Oh... No. Umm..." She had forgotten that she was only suppose to
call if she could not come. "Hang on." Ariel hurried in to the living room
where Sadie was laying on the couch watching the Soap Channel and toking a
beer. "Sadie can I eat dinner at Annabelle's?"
Saide looked up at the girl for a second. "Why can't she come
here?" The woman asked. "Never mind, I don't care do whatever you want."
She waved the girl away.
"I'm on my way." Ariel said. The girl ran to her room and grabbed
her purse. "I'll talk to you in a minute." The girl only stopped long
enough to store the phone number before she was off.
"Be home by ten." Sadie slurred at her as she went through the
door.
`You'll be passed out by nine.' Ariel mumbled to herself after the
door was closed behind her.
Ariel hurried along the street until she was at Freddy's door. She
knocked and stood imaptiently waiting for her teacher. "Come in sweetie."
Freddy said as soon as she opened the door.
The little girl smiled as she went through the door. "Sadie said I
have to be home by ten but I bet she won't even be awake at ten."
"Soda?" Freddy asked. Ariel shook her head. "Iced tea?"
"Yeah. no sugar though. I can't stand it with sugar."
Freddy dissapeared in to the kitchen and soon returned holding two
glasses of iced tea. She handed one to Ariel and then sat down with her
own. "Sweetie... I have something I have to tell you. I haven't wanted to
because I was afraid it would upset you."
Ariel looked nervous. She sipped her tea and set it on the
table. "Your not moving are you?"
"No. No I'm not moving hun. First off, Mrs. Collins gave me a
pretty firm warning that I am not suppose to be too much of a friend to
you. I told you that. Well that means we really have to be careful that no
one sees us spending time together outside of school."
"You can't give me a ride home any more can you?"
"Well I can. But anything other than that is what I mean." Ariel
nodded, even though she did not see where the teacher was going. "Sweetie,
I won't be your art teacher next year."
Tears welled in Ariel's eyes and spilled on to her cheeks. "You are
moving!" she shouted.
"No, no! I promise. But they are moving me to a different
school. But listen to me, listen to me Ariel..." Freddy took the girl's
chin in her palm and tilted her head up. "Listen sweetie. It means we can
spend time together without having to worry. If I'm not your teacher any
more then it's okay."
Ariel sobbed uncontrollably. Freddy pulled the girl close and
rubbed her back. "You promise you're not moving?" Ariel managed between
sobs.
"I promise." Freddy held the girl back. "Sweetie, trust me, this is
a good thing."
"But now no one at school is going to like me."
"Well, there's a whole summer between now and next year. You'll
see, things change over summer." The woman pulled her little friend close
to her again and rubbed her back. "We only have to be careful for another
month and then everything will be okay."
Ariel finally calmed down. When the tears were dry and she had
stopped sniffling she excused herself to the bathroom and washed her
face. She had forgotten her purse in the living room, but even if she had
not she did not have the strength to put her makeup back on.
The little girl wandered in to the living room and sat down on the
couch. "Oh my." Freddy said with a smile. "Your so pretty without all the
makeup. I would never have guessed what a pretty girl you are."
"Thank you." Ariel said quietly, shyly. She picked up her iced tea
and took a long drink. She was thirsty. "You meant we could be friends? I
mean like you want to spend time with me?"
"I do." Freddy told her.
Ariel thought about this for quite some time. She thought about the
night she had spent with her teacher. She thought about the kiss. There was
a rumor at the school that the art teacher was gay, but Ariel had never
beleived it. Ariel did not know why but Annabelle did not look like a
lesbian to her, even though the girl was not sure what a lesbian looked
like. She often wondered to herself if she was actually a lesbian. She
liked having long hair and wearing makeup and she liked dresses. Everything
she had read though made her think lesbians did not like these things.
"Can I ask you something?"
"What would you like to know?" Freddy asked her.
"Umm..." Ariel stammered. "Uh, are you..." She sighed. The girl
drew a deep breath and tried to gather her courage. "Freddy do you
umm... Do you like girls?"
Freddy thought about her answer for quite some time. "Are you
asking if I'm gay?" She finally said. Ariel nodded her head. "Yes." The
answer was so simple and Freddy had given it so easily that it surprised
the child.
"I am too." Ariel said quietly, blushing. The admission humiliated
her but at the same time it was so very freeing.
"I know." Feddy put her hand on the girl's knee. "You'll see, as
you get older you'll just kind of know."
Ariel stared at her for several moments before she shied
away. "Annabelle... Why did you kiss me?" She finally asked.
The teacher tilted her head to the side and bit her lip. "Did it
bother you?" Ariel shook her head. "No? That's a big relief. I've been
worried that it upset you. I don't want you to think I'm like your
stepfather."
"I don't." She whispered.
"I like you Ariel. And that night when I looked down at you I just
couldn't help myself."
"Do you think you'll ever want to do it again?" Ariel's voice was
nearly inaudible.
"Well that's kind of the problem. I mean do you know what that
would mean?" Freddy asked her.
"I know that lots of grownups like little girls." Ariel said very
matter of factly. "Thats what you mean right?"
Freddy looked uncomfortable. If she admitted it to the girl then it
made everything real. As it was now, Ariel only had suspicion and a kiss to
go on. The teacher could not lie though, not to her. "Yes. But I'm not like
your stepfather. I won't make you do anything at all. I would never want to
hurt you."
Ariel was quiet, she was not sure what to say. She had not expected
her teacher to be so forthcomming. The little girl sat quietly for some
time sipping her tea. She could not help but be nervous. Her only
experience with adults that liked little girls was Mike and though she did
not want to believe it, she was afriad Freddy might be like him. "What if I
don't wanna do anything like that." She finally said.
"Then we won't do anything like that." Freddy answered. Ariel
looked confused. "I know that you haven't seen this, but those types of
thing, kissing and other things, that's all suppose to be mutual. It isn't
just about what I want, it's about what you want too. And if you never want
me to kiss you again, or you never ever want to do anything but kiss, it
won't change how I feel about you. I'll still want to be your friend, I'll
still want to spend time with you."
Ariel was at a loss. What Freddy was talking about was so foriegn
to her she could hardly understand what her teacher had said. "You really
like me?" Her voice was almost an apology.
"I really like you Ariel."
Chapter 5.
The last day of school, the last day of the week. Friday and Ariel
was just relieved that the year was finally over. Her report card showed
striaght A's this quater just as it had for the past three. When Ariel was
doing home work Sadie left her alone, so Ariel never missed the opportunity
to do her homework. School and books had become her escape from her
family. And then there was Freddy. She had been more than an escape, she
had been a salvation.
Ariel walked in to the art room to find Freddy gathering the last
few things she would be taking home with her for the summer. "I'll be ready
to go in just a minute or two sweetie." The teacher said.
"Sadie's at the welfare office getting food stamps she won't be
home til after five." Ariel said. She set her overstuffed book bag on a
desk. "Do you need help?"
Freddy paused and smiled at the girl. "As a matter of fact yes."
She pointed to a filing cabnet at the back of the room. "There are a few
files in the bottom drawer, could you bring them here?" Ariel nodded and
went to get the files.
Freddy got everything together and closed it up in a box which she
carried out to her car and placed in the trunk, closely followed by
Ariel. She let the girl in to the car before groing around to her
side. "Well," she began, a smile on her lips, "I am officially no longer
your teacher so... How would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"
Ariel smiled a broad smile. "Yes." She said excitedly.
"Okay we'll ask you aunt when she gets home."
"I'll ask now." Ariel pulled her phone out of her purse and called
her aunt. "Annabelle wants me to have dinner with her tonight." Ariel said
as soon as Sadie answered the phone. "You can meet her
later. Okay... Okay... No... Yes... But... No I want to stay with her
tonight." Ariel swallowed hard and looked up at Annebelle. Freddy smiled a
nodded her head. "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow." Ariel put her phone back in
her purse and let out a long breath. "She said okay, but she wants to meet
you soon. She kinda doesn't think you're real."
"How are you going to explain me to her?" Freddy asked. "Honestly
it's always suspicious when adults spend time with kids. People tend to
think things about that."
Ariel smiled. "But you like little girls." She said, teasing. "So
they'd be right."
"About that..." Freddy looked worried. "Ariel do you have any
idea... What am I saying, of course you know. Sweetie, we have to be
careful."
"I know. cause people talk." Ariel said. She shifted in her
seat. They pulled in to her driveway and the girl hopped out of the
car. She fished in one of the bookbag pockets and pulled out her key. Once
the door was open she went in and began gathering what she needed for the
night.
Once she had everything she ran back out to Freddy's car and hopped
back in the passenger seat. "I'm ready."
Freddy drove them to her house. She waited for Ariel to put her
things in the guest room before getting them some tea and setting down with
the girl.
"I have to say I'm a little worried about what to do about your
aunt." Freddy started.
"She probably won't care. Especially if she's been drinking. She
just thinks I'm lieing. If she meets you she'll know you're real and she'll
leave me alone." Ariel took a long drink from her glass. "Where are we
going to go?" She asked.
"I thought we could go to Jose Muldunes in Boulder. " Freddy
answered.
They soon drove to Boulder talking all the way. They had dinner,
deep in conversation. Ariel had begun to open up a little. It was at this
dinner that Freddy learned why the girl loved art so much. She had hopes of
growing up to draw the art for Japanese anime style comics. She said she
had created a character she wanted to write about. Freddy had asked if she
could see it some day but it was clearly to personal to Ariel for her to
show it to anyone just yet.
The drive back was filled with chatter and laughing. Laughing, real
laughter from the girl, something Freddy felt she got to enjoy far too
infrequently. Once they arrived back at Freddy's house they went in to
watch television.
It was late in the evening when Freddy stood up, streching, and
told the girl it was time for bed. Ariel followed her teacher down the hall
way and went in to the guest bedroom where she sat on the bed. She hoped
Freddy would kiss her again but she could not find the courage to ask for
it.
Freddy stood at the door to the guest room looking at the girl. She
was building her own courage for what she had to ask. "Ariel, sweetheart. I
want to ask you something, but you have to be honest when you answer, do
you promise?" Ariel looked up at her for several moments before nodding her
agreement to the terms. "Would you like to stay in my room with me
tonight?" She asked.
Ariel's eyes grew wide. It was more than she could hope for. She
was sure that her crush had become love and this very thing was something
she had hoped might happen. It had seemed liked far too much to ask though
and now that she was presented with Freddy's offer she was too afraid to
answer.
Slowly, with hesitant almost jerky movements Ariel got up off the
bed and walked toward her teacher. She could not speak but she had found
the courage to move. Freddy reached out and took her hand, gently coaxing
her to the master bedroom and her bed.
Freddy slid across the bed, propping herself up on her elbow. She
traced circles on Ariel's leg with her finger, trying to think of the right
words that would help put the child at ease. "You don't have to stay with
me Ariel. I promise it won't change the way I feel about you." The girl
just nodded her head. Freddy moved closer, raising up. She kissed Ariel's
lips softly then sat back. The girl was smiling.
Ariel had wanted that kiss forever and now that she had gotten it,
it was better than she could have hoped for. Short, yes, but it warmed her
heart. "What if I can't do what you want?" She finally managed to find the
courage to speak.
"Sweetheart... You don't understand. All I want from you is what
you can give. Just promise me if I do anything you can't handle that you'll
tell me. I promise I'm not like your stepfather. I'm not going to force you
to do anything."
Ariel was trying to beleive her teacher. What she was saying was
too foriegn to her though. She just nodded her head, not knowing what else
to do. She did not want to say anything that would keep her teacher from
doing whatever she had in mind.
Several minutes passed before Freddy got up from the bed and turned
off the light. She knew that some darkness would help the girl feel
better. She went to her dresser and pulled a book of matches from her
jewelry box. With these she lit three lavendar scented candles. This was
less for light and more for the calming effect of the scent.
She returned to the bed and her little lover. She crawled across it
to sit on her knees in front of Ariel. "We don't have to do anything at all
if you don't want." She reminded.
"I know." Ariel sounded very much like she was unsure though.
Freddy eased the girl on the the bed, kissing her lips as she
did. She pushed her tongue in to the girl's mouth. The child tensed in her
arms for several moments but as they kissed she began to relax.
Freddy sat back, straddling the girl's legs. She stroked the
child's sides, running her hands under the bottom of Ariel's laced black
top. She let her thumbs move under the girl's waisteband, and each time she
did Ariel would draw an unsteady breath. The teacher knew she was afraid so
she was taking things slowly. She wanted to give Ariel time to either work
up the courage to proceed, or stop her.
"Can I take your top off?" Freddy finally asked. Ariel swallowed
hard and pushed herself up. The top was laced in the front but it zipped
from the back.
"I can't unzip it like this." She said. Freddy just smiled and
reached behind her, working the zipper. She pulled the top away from the
girl who immediately crossed her arms over her chest, hiding her nipples.
Freddy let her lay back down and did nothing to pull the child's
arms away from her body. The teacher unbuttoned her own shirt and slid it
off her shoulders, then with one hand she exercised a talent she was very
proud of and popped the clasp on her bra letting her breasts hang
free. Ariel's eye locked on her teacher's chest and Freddy saw it right
away. She waited only a short time before taking the child's hands in her
own and working them up her sides to her lovely B cup breasts.
The teacher moved her hands away from her little lover's. Ariel
hesitated at first but soon she found herself lost in the feeling of a
woman's breasts under her palms. She rubbed her hands over Freddy's nipples
and the woman closed her eyes and moaned.
The sensation of tiny hands on her chest caused her excitement to
burn in her like a raging fire. She could control it though, she had
too. Tonight she doubted that she would expereince any release. This was
for Ariel, there would be another time for her and if there was not, then
she could accept that too.
Freddy leaned down, letting her hair fall around Ariel's head. She
pressed her lips on to Ariel's. She parted them and pushed her tongue in to
the child's mouth. She was being more aggressive but only a little. She
dared not take things any faster than they were already going.
The teacher moved down the girl's body, kissing her as she did. She
reached the child's chest with her lips and after several gentle kisses,
coved one of her lovely pink nipples with her mouth. She brought the
child's nipples to erectness before returning to her trek along the girl's
baby soft skin, to the waisteband of her skirt.
Freddy sat back and worked the buttons on her pants. She slid them
off along with her panties and knelt in front of the child. She knew that
if she were first it may help Ariel to feel more comfortable.
She hesitated for some time before she took the zipper on the side
of Ariel's skirt in her fingers. "Do you mind?" She asked. She waited until
Ariel nodded her head before undoing the zipper and sliding the skirt off.
Freddy suddenly felt unsure of herself when she looked down too see
a pair of white cotton Sailor Moon panties covering the child's
loins. Outside, Ariel looked so much older than she was but now laying in
front of her with her flat chest and child's underwear she looked her age.
The teacher closed her eyes. Ariel was everything she was attracted
too. She had known the girl was very young even among the very young of a
middle school. That was one of the first things that had attracted
her. Finally Freddy rolled the girl's underwear down her soft legs covered
in nearly invisible babyfine hairs. She dropped the garment over the side
of the bed where it landed on the growing pile of clothing. She stopped
there. Ariel was wearing a pair of over the knee socks, which on her were
more like thigh highs. They were black and pink striped and looked so cute
on the girl that Freddy could not bring herself to remove them.
Now, both naked Freddy kissed the girl again, pressing her body
lightly on the girl's. She wanted to feel the child's warmth and nakedness
against her and hoped that it would excite the girl.
After some time of kissing her and teasing her nipples, Freddy sat
back. Now was the moment of truth. She traced her hand down the child's
chest and over her belly. She moved it down over the girl's soft, hairless,
mound where she pressed her thumb against Ariel's clit. The child just
closed her eyes and sighed softly. She seemed to be enjoying the attention.
Freddy soon slid between the girl's legs and replaced her thumb
with her tongue. She swirled it around the girl's sex then focused her
attention on the child's tiny clit.
The teacher pulled her hand from beneath her and began running her
fingers along the child's labia. She gathered the moisture of the girl's
excitement then pressed her finger against Ariel's opening, letting it
slide in.
Ariel squealed and scrambled up the bed. She was panting
wildly. "It'll hurt." She repeated over and over her voice growing quieter
until she was only mouthing the words.
Freddy felt her heart sink. She collapsed slowly, folding on top of
her knees. She crossed her arms in front of her and leaned down laying her
head on her wrists. She saw the little gray cat running away from her.
When Freddy was nine a stray cat had begun comming to the house she
lived with her parents in. They had a huge yard and though Freddy could not
get close to it, she would place food half way down the drive for it. As
the cat would eat she would sit on the porch talking to it. She told the
animal all of her secrets, and in her mind the gray cat was listening to
her.
Little by little she would place the food closer to the porch each
time she fed it until finally she would sit on the top of three steps with
the cat just to her left on the porch eating.
Weeks passed this way with her occasionally reaching out and
touching the animal as it ate from it's clear glass dish.
Finally though she built up her courage and one night as the little
gray cat ate she reached out and picked it up. The animal paniced. It spat
and hissed and she dropped it to watch it run off in to the shadow of the
stand of trees that bordered her parent's property.
Days at first soon became weeks and then months. The cat never came
back. Freddy felt overwhelming loss and shame that she had frightened the
little animal away. She had come to love the cat and only wanted to keep it
as her pet but it had been too much.
Annabelle had learned the two most important things she ever
learned from that cat. The first being that any relationship worth having
required great patience and care to develop. The second and most important,
was that she could never try to take more from some one than they could
give.
Freddy pushed it out of her head. Ariel needed her. She could feel
that the child was sobbing through the shaking of the mattress. The teacher
forced herself to sit up and look at the girl.
Ariel's face was a roadmap of terror. Her eyes were closed and
tears ran down her cheeks. "I am so sorry Ariel." Freddy said. She
approaced the girl cautiuously and reached out, stroking her
shoulder. Ariel did not recoil, it wasn't much but this brought at least
some hope to Freddy. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know. I promise I didn't."
Ariel took a deep breath and wiped tears from her eyes. She turned
her head to her teacher, keeping her body pressed against the
headboard. Freddy's hand on her soulder was comforting. The woman's face
held nothing but genuine concern. The tension in Ariel's body began to
release.
The girl unfolded a bit and turned a little more toward her
teacher. "You can't do that." Her voice was soft and apologetic. Freddy
nodded. She drew an `x' across her heart.
The teacher slid up behind the girl and coaxed her down on her
side. She folded on arm under Ariel's pillow and let the other rest on the
child's side. She stroked Ariel's belly gently as she laid there. The night
was over, but Ariel did not sound like there was never to be another
chance. Eventually they both fell asleep.
Ariel opened her eyes to the early morning light and lingering
scent of lavendar. She laid on her side with Freddy's arm still over
her. The child moved slightly enjoying the sensation of her teacher's naked
skin on her back.
She was not sure she understood her teacher at all. She did not
beleive any one had ever liked her. She knew that people were only nice to
her if they wanted something and yet Freddy did not seem this way at
all. She had stopped and seemed only concerned. Not angry, not like she was
just waiting for another chance to get her hands on the girl.
When she was younger she did not have the words to describe how
used she had felt when Mike would rape her. She did not know how to put in
to words the feeling that she was nothing more than a thing. Now in middle
school though, the words presented themselves. She knew that for Mike she
had been nothing more than a convienent hole to stick his dick in. This did
not seem to be true for Freddy though. She seemed to care.
Ariel closed her eyes as she felt her heart sink. She could not
understand why any one would care about her. Why any one would like
her. Every morning when she had to face herself in the mirror she could
only hear her mother hissing at her, "whore." But under the makeup and the
black hair, in the black clothing she was some one else, she wasn't
real. She was the lonely little cartoon character she drew constantly. The
one that did not need any one or anything. She was strong, unable to feel
anything. Ariel desprately wanted to be the cartoon, she would gladly loose
all of the good emotions she hardly ever felt if it meant she would stop
hurting, or hoping. Hope always lead to dissapointment. If there was
anything Ariel hated most about herself it was her inability to dismiss any
hope.
Then there was Freddy. Annabelle. She could not understand what the
woman said most of the time. All she could do was wonder why some one,
especially some one as pretty and nice as Annabelle, would like her.
The little girl rolled over carefully, to look at her teacher. She
had expected to find the woman sleeping but instead she was comfronted by
the woman's pretty green eyes. She lowered her head and blushed right
away. "Good morning lovely lady." Freddy said with a warm smile. That smile
that disarmed the girl no matter how hard she tried to stay strong. The
teacher pulled the girl against her, rubbing the small of her back, down to
her soft behind.
Ariel swallowed hard. She had to know something. "Do you have a
girlfriend?" She asked.
Freddy kissed the girl's head and pulled back, still smilling. "I'm
not sure, but I hope soon she will be." Ariel's head lowered even more.
"Do you love her?" The child asked. She did not want to hear the
answer, she could not bear it.
"Oh very much." Freddy responded without hesitation. Tears welled
in the girl's eyes and it was then that Freddy realized that Ariel had not
been teasing. She honestly did not know. The teacher lifted the girl's chin
and looked deep in to her eyes. "Ariel sweetheart, it's you." She said as
she parted the girl's bangs with her fingers.
Ariel went white. She did not know how to respond. It took several
moments to sink in but she suddenly realized that Freddy had just said she
loved her. The girl wanted to say it too but for as much as she was sure
she was in love she could not make the words come out.
Freddy looked deep in to the girl's eyes. "I want you to know
that." She said. "I love you Ariel. I love you." She repeated, making sure
the girl could not misunderstand.
Ariel pulled herself hard against her teacher and held on. She did
not want to let go but after quite some time laying there Freddy gently
pulled herself free from the child's grasp and got out of bed.
She went in to the bathroom to brush her teeth. When she was done
she came out to find Ariel had gotten herself up. The woman pulled a long
tee shirt over her head and went to the kitchen to start making
breakfast. She did not expect that the child would help as she assumed
little Ariel was putting on makeup.
Freddy was surprised when the girl came in to the kitchen with no
makeup, wet hair and one of the teacher's tee shirts on, asking if she
could help.
Together they made waffles and then sat down to have breakfast
together. When they had finished they washed the dishes and went to the
living room where Ariel turned on the television to watch cartoons and
Freddy relaxed with her newspaper and a cup of coffee.
"I want a cigarette." Ariel said at a commercial. Freddy flipped
the paper down and looked at the girl for a moment.
"Do you have any idea how bad it is for me to give you cigarettes?"
She asked.
"Is it as bad as licking my... You know what?" Ariel teased.
"Funny girl." Freddy laughed and stuck her tongue out
playfully. She got up and went to her bedroom where she got two cigarettes
and led the child out to the back patio.
As they sat outside smoking in the pleasant warmth of a late
Colorado spring morning, Ariel finally managed to gather the courage to ask
what she had wanted to since breakfast. "Can I spend the night again
tonight?"
Freddy smiled and nodded her head right away. "Do you think your
aunt will mind?"
"She might make you come over first." Ariel said looking afraid.
That was exaclty the case. Ariel called her aunt to ask if she
could stay another night and Sadie insisted that she meet Annabelle
first. Ariel hung up looking very sad. Until now she had thought Sadie
would not care but faced with the reality she was beginning to wonder.
After lunch Freddy and Ariel walked to the girl's house. They stood
quietly on the porch for only a moment before the girl opened the door and
led her teacher in. Sadie, true to form was sprawled on the couch drinking
a beer. Three empty bottles on the coffee table attested to her early
start. "Sadie." Ariel said. The woman looked up at her then at Freddy,
somewhat confused. "This is Annabelle, she's my friend."
"That's Annabelle?" Her eyes narrowed and she studied the woman
closely. Freddy never let it show how nervous she truly was. "I thought you
were a kid."
"Well. Young at heart." She answered with a smile. Sadie rolled her
eyes.
"What'chu wanna spend time with a kid for anyway?"
"We have a lot of fun Sadie." Ariel broke in. "She's my art
teacher, she helps with my drawing."
"The art teacher?" Sadie shook her head. She got up off the couch
and moved close to Freddy, still holding her beer. "I ain't never seen one
of your type up close." She started. "You don't look like no homo."
Freddy's brow wrinkled and she look quite amused. Sadie had heard the
rumors about her like most other parents. "You should be careful `round
this kid, she'll get you in trouble." Sadie returned to the couch and
finished her beer, setting the empty on the table. She returned her
attention to the television.
"So can I spend the night with her again?" Ariel begged. Sadie only
glanced at her for a moment before shrugging her shoulders and waving the
girl away. Ariel smiled and hurried to her room where she gathered a few
things. She soon returned to Freddy's side and they walked back to her
house.
"My you're aunt is a lovely woman." Freddy said with some sacrasm,
something that very much surprised her.
"She's a bitch." Ariel snorted. "I can't wait till I'm eighteen so
I can get away from her." Freddy put her hand on the girl's shoulder.
They spent the rest of the day talking or watching
telelvision. After five they started dinner. Freddy was surprised that she
did not have to say a word for the girl to jump up and offer to help.
Ariel had neglected to put on makeup all day. Freddy stood in the
kitchen looking at the girl as she stirred the mac and cheese. She looked
so much younger, innocent. She hardly seemed twelve. She hardly seemed like
some one who had suffered the things she had suffered.
The little girl lifted the lid of a pot on the stove and looked
inside. "Brussle sprouts?" She asked.
"Yep. You don't have to eat them if you don't like them though."
Freddy said.
Ariel picked a fork out of the drawer in front of her and fished
one of the small lettuce head like spouts from the pot. She popped it in
her mouth and chewed it for a moment before swallowing and
grimmacing. Freddy smiled. "I hate these things." She picked another out
and ate it. "But I can't stop eating them."
Freddy stared at her, perplexed for several moments. "Your a bit of
an odd cookie, you know that right?" Ariel laughed and ate a third brussle
sprout. She replaced the lid and returned her attention to the mac and
cheese.
They sat down at the table and ate together. Freddy hardly got any
of the brussle sprouts as, just like Ariel had told her, she could not stop
eating them.
The night drew on much longer than Ariel had wanted. She was in a
hurry to be back in Freddy's bed. She hoped Freddy would want to try to
make love to her again. Eventually the teacher got up and turned off the
television. From there she flipped the lights in the living room off and
turned in the darkness to look at Ariel. "I'd really like it if you stayed
in my room tonight, but I understand if you don't want too."
"I want too." The child blurted.
She hurried her teacher down the hall and climbed up on the
bed. She sat on the pillows and turned around to look at Freddy. "Would you
like for me to light some candles?" The teacher asked. Ariel nodded.
"Annabelle?" Ariel asked while the woman was lighting
candles. Freddy looked at her through the mirror, a smile on her
face. "Umm." The child blushed and averted her eyes. "I mean, you know, if
you want... If you want to you know... It's okay."
Freddy blew out her match and set it on an ashtray. She walked to
the door and turned out the lights. In the candle light Ariel was even
prettier than normal. Freddy loved candle light, it brought out the best in
every one.
The teacher crawled up on to the bed and moved over the child. She
kissed Ariel deeply, parting her lips and wrestling with the girl's
tongue. Ariel wrapped her arms around the teacher's neck and sank down on
the bed. Her sex immediately awoke. Despite the fear from the night before
she had been left frustrated and was ready to finish what had been started.
Freddy sat back and began undressing herself. Ariel looked up at
her with great anticipation. She wanted to touch her teacher again. The
sensation of Freddy's breats in her hands hand not left her and she had to
feel it again.
As soon as the woman was naked before her, Ariel gathered her
courage and reached out. As she had been guided the night before, she ran
her hands up Freddy's sides and over her breasts. This time though, she
played with the woman's hardening nipples with her fingers. Her breath
became more rapid, and her eyes grew wide.
She had lost track of time when Freddy leaned down and began
kissing her. She lapped at the child's nipples, then kissed to her belly
where she nibbled at the girl's belly button. Ariel gigled and folded her
legs.
"Annabelle?" Ariel said quietly. The teacher sat back and smiled
down at the girl. "Do you really love me?" She asked. Freddy tiled her head
and nodded. She reached out and ran her finger down the girl's nose to her
lips where she made a smacking sound, mimicing a kiss.
"Very much."
That was all the answer Ariel needed. She closed her eyes and slid
down slightly giving herself to the woman. She had decided she would try to
trust Freddy.
The teacher pulled Ariel's black tee shirt up over her head and
pulled the girl's skirt off. She tried not to look at the Hello Kitty
underwear Ariel was wearing but she could not help it.
Today the girl had not worn high socks. Instead her socks was ankle
high with a strip of lace around the upper seam. As much as she had been
enticed by the socks the girl had worn the night before, these cute, child
like ones were alos something she had to leave in place.
Freddy took her time kissing the girl's body, her nipples, her
lips. She carressed and kissed, all the while, as she had the night before,
giving the child time to back out.
Finally the teacher slid between the child's legs and covered
Ariel's clit with her lips. Again she traced her finger around the child's
sex but she was careful not to come too close to the girl's opening.
Ariel moaned softly, clearly trying not to make a sound. She was
hesitant but her hips moved in time with Freddy. The teacher stroked the
girl's belly with her fingers, focusing the movements of her tongue on the
child's clit.
It seemed to take forever but at long last the child had relaxed
enough that Freddy was able to coax an orgasm from her. It was quite, the
only sign of it being Ariel pressing hard in to the the bed and groaning.
Freddy moved up the bed and kissed Ariel deeply. When she was done
she looked down at the little girl. Ariel was smiling. Her eyes
drooping. The teacher shrugged and got ready to lay down.
Ariel had tasted her own sex a number of times. Though masturbation
was rare for her she often, much to her shame, tasted her fingers when she
was done. It was one of the few common sexual desires she had ever felt,
the desire to taste another girl's honey.
The girl licked her lips drinking in her own juices. She almost
smiled when it suddenly occured to her that Freddy had seen her taste
herself. Her cheeks turned so red that even in the dim candle light the
blush was visible.
Freddy laid on her side and began gently stroking the child. "It's
okay sweetie. I've done the same thing." She offered, hoping it would put
the child at ease. Ariel looked at her for a moment before she nodded.
"Do you want me to do it too you?" She asked. Freddy shrugged.
"That's okay sweetie. You don't have to do anything at all if you
don't want." Freddy slid her hand between her legs and began massaging
herself. "I don't mind doing things myself."
Ariel looked down at her teacher's hand. She was fascinated and
humiliated seeing another woman masturbating. But she wanted to go down on
her teacher. She wanted to taste her. Her fantasies were so few that she
could hardly stand to miss a chance to try one. "But if I wanted too could
I?" She finally managed to ask. She had no idea where she had gotten the
courage but in the dim candle light it seemed okay.
Freddy stopped and pulled her hand from her sex. She looked down at
her fingers for a moment, almost hating to waste the wetness on them. "Do
you want too?" She finally asked. Ariel was quiet for several moments
before she nodded her head. Freddy kissed her and laid on her back. "Do you
want me to help you?" She asked.
Ariel forced herself to move. She sat up, then rolled so that she
was straddling her teacher, looking down at her. Freddy reached up and
stroked the girl's back with her fingers. She had all the patience in the
world. At that moment she was in heaven. Freddy could have stayed like that
all night but Ariel was ready for more.
The girl kissed Freddy's lips then she focused her attention on the
woman's breasts. As much as she was enjoying touching them she was also
trying to build the courage to go further.
Ariel began kissing her teacher's breasts and nibbling her
nipples. She worked her way down the woman's body until she was between her
legs looking at her vulva. Freddy shaved herself completely. It seemed a
bit strange to Ariel but also somehow made her less self concious about her
own undeveloped body.
"I'm not sure what to do." The child confessed.
"Just do what would feel good to you." Freddy pushed herself up on
her elbows and looked down at the child. Seeing a little girl staring up at
her from between her legs sent a shock of excitement through her that
surprised her.
Ariel looked at the woman for a moment then at her sex. She had
almost no idea what might feel good to her. It was something she tried not
to think about at. She leaned forward, keeping her eyes locked with her
teachers. She began lapping at the woman's sex. Running her tongue around
her lips and over her clit. Freddy's head fell back and she shuddered
before looking back down at the child.
The girl kept lapping at Freddy's sex, watching her intently. She
was taking in everything. She wanted to remember ever taste, every
sensation every expression. She never wanted to forget this, for fear that
her teacher would never want to do it again.
All of her life the girl had heard that women smelled or tasted bad
but it was not true. She loved the scent and the taste of her teacher's
sex. It was garnering a reaction in her own loins, causing her to feel the
fire of excitement once more.
Freddy could not stand it any longer. She pulled Ariel up and
turned her around. She had to taste the child again.
As Ariel returned her attention to the woman's sex, Freddy sucked
the girl's clit in to her mouth and began rubbing her tongue on it. Ariel
needed far less coaxing this time. Within only a few moments she grunted,
pushed her sex toward the woman and moaned. Feeling the child climax had
Freddy so close that she could hardly contain herself. She wanted to reach
between her legs and finish what the child had started but Ariel,
recovering from her orgasm, returned her attention to her teacher.
Freddy shuddered and nearly screamed as she came. Ariel, not sure
what else to do, pushed her fingers in to the woman. She was immediately
aware of the walls of the woman's sex clamping down on her fingers and
releasing, as she came. The ease with which Freddy had accepted the
invasion of the girl's finger had her in shock. Freddy had tried to do this
to her. And it seemed to pleasure the woman. It made the girl wonder but
her fear of the experience quickly took any thoughts of experimentation
away.
When it was over she turned the girl around and pulled her up,
kissing her. It was almost enough to being her to another climax tasting
Ariel's honey mixed with her own in the kiss.
When they parted Ariel slid off her teacher and turned on her side,
closing her eyes. Emotion and the physical exertion had drained her. The
teacher pulled her close and closed her eyes. She listened as the girl's
breathing became the slow steady breathing of the sleeping. `Maybe it is
more cat stuff.' She thought to herself. `But this time I didn't scare her
away.'